8.18.2004

I Found My Classmate!

Thanks to the quick web reflexes of Worldgineer, I was able to call my old high school buddy Tara today. Crazy. Just crazy. I am all cheeks and smiles right now. We were both a little hyper to be in contact again.

I told her I was looking for a high school friend and did she go to my high school? She said yes. I said, "Class of 93?" "Yes," she said. "Oh cool," I said, "I'm Sarah H." "Oh, my God!" she said. "I can't believe I found you!" I said. "Me too, you," she said somewhat confusedly, "I can give you my current address and phone number and stuff and we can stay in touch." "Exactly," I said. So she did, and I did, and now we can.

*Sigh*

Thanks, dear Internet, for coming through for me in a pinch. I knew you would!

So there I was, sitting at my desk today, going about my usual chores, when an associate calls me and says I have a call on "line 801". Never in a million years did I expect to hear my long lost friend on the other line! Sarah, you made my day! :D I remember all of those memories you posted on the other message...Senor Smith, that poor guy. I think we also called him "Lizard" too..and who could forget our tennis coach...uh..what's his name??..."Girls, girls, please, please!" Hehe. And our trip to the Grand Buffet where we came up with our nicknames such as Starving Lady, Famished Femme, Thirsty Broad and Hungry Woman...Ah, the memories! It's Tara by the way. ;)

It's kind of anticlimactic, actually, k-sra. I mean you write this angst ridden blog about not being able to find a long lost pal, and *poof* three hours later there she is, real as life, commenting and acting like she was there all along. Where's the drama? Where's the suspense? Where's the thrill ride of anxiety and anticipation? Where the heck are the 7 minutes of commercial breaks?

[fid] Funny, my experience was much different. There was [k], sad and in need. So I drag and drop Tara's name into my Google search bar, and after a few seconds of looking I find something that might possibly be her. So I post the info and have to wait hours. No, wait, minutes. Two minutes. So I post the info and have to wait two minutes for [k] to respond, and she can't do anything about it until that afternoon! So I come back, hit refresh (stupid Blogger), go back to what I was doing. Repeat this for several hours (please note that the peak on [k]'s popularity graph was likely me - sorry [k]). Waiting and waiting, wondering if [k] and [Tara] will be reunited, or if it's just a wrong number. I wait through a Jaws in 30 seconds movie. I learn new and mildly interesting ways to dance. Finally, just as I begin to fear that [k] decided not to call or was asked out to lunch at the last minute, word came across the wire. [Tara] had been found. [Tara] had been found.

I need to be innovative or something...Need to light up the world wide web...Something that screams "internet savvy"..Maybe a neon sign that says "VEGAS". I could talk about the annoyances of online dating to...how to get a live bird out of a housecat's mouth...

Very carefully. And then you have to get the bird back out into nature without the cat leaping up and swiping it away from you taking your hand with it. I've had to take a bird away from my cat twice now. It might be the same bird. If that's the case, what a stupid bird.